"In fact, because the cost was so great, I demanded several additional conditions."
"For instance, even if the Evil God were resurrected, he must not interfere with the native spirits of my Ghost Lamp Abyss. I helped him to resurrect, and in return, he must not beco an enemy of my clan, at least not openly..."
Ye Tianzi felt like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat. He pondered for a few seconds, his indecisive expression gradually calming:
"Forget it, both Ye Shura and I are relics of an era. Since you have weighed the pros and cons and think it’s feasible, I can’t possibly stop you."
"How do you plan to do it? Even if you achieve Crown Rank, are you going to sign a contract with the Blood Witch God to prolong his life?"
"No, that’s wrong. If that’s the case, why go to great lengths to bring the Light Witch God here? Two Witch Gods... two identical Divinities... Is this a precondition for the ritual?"
"Yes."
Ye Shitian nodded gently. Already standing in front of the Blood Witch God, he bowed his head and exchanged a glance with the Blood Witch God.
The Blood Witch God still wore a faint smile, but his voice suddenly spread throughout the ancestral land, each word and phrase exuding an undeniable force:
"After today, I will completely fall."
"This is my choice. As a Womb Death God, being able to achieve an invincible Crown Rank position and witness the rebirth of the Ye Clan’s glory delights us, and you must bear no resentnt."
"Fall? Resentnt?"
Wu Xuelu was startled, then her expression drastically changed.
Suddenly, Ye Shitian lunged onto the Blood Witch God. His inhuman mouth split open to the sides, rows of sharp white teeth flashing with the cold light of blades.
He was actually biting fiercely, gnawing on a living Divine being!
Even though the Blood Witch God’s face showed pain, he did not resist. Instead, he restrained his divinity, not allowing the protective body’s blood light to automatically attack.
"Crack! Crack!"
"Crack! Crack!!"
In that instant, Ye Shitian transford into an indescribable monster, tearing at the flesh, chewing it vigorously, swallowing it whole.
The grey tongue, excitedly extending very long, the unsettling sound of bones being crushed, along with the sound of blood sliding down the esophagus, continuously echoed in every spirit’s mind.
"Witch Ancestor!!"
Leading the Blood Witch Goddesses, their eyes nearly splitting, they were overco with grief and fury.
They had no idea that the price of ascending the Crown would involve the Witch Ancestor’s life.
The Blood Witch God had not died at the hands of an enemy, nor had his divine corpse been desecrated by the Light Witch God, but in the end, he had to die alive in the mouth of the Night Family’s leader!
"Do not grieve. I am already old, and my era has passed."
"If all goes well, I hope one of you can beco a False God, and one day in the future, recreate the Divine Enthronent form of our Blood Sorcerer Clan..."
The Blood Witch God’s final words grew fainter and calr.
Blood rain began to fall from the sky again, just as it once did, stormy and viscerally glaring.
More than half of the Blood Witch Goddesses closed their eyes, lying on the ground, desperately suppressing the sorrow in their hearts, yet tears still incessantly stread down.
"For this day, for this ritual, the leader truly sacrificed everything that could be sacrificed."
Bertnar’s ethereal voice transmitted in everyone’s ears:
"In order to ensure that the clan survived the Broken Era Calamity, he had already been gravely injured, affecting the foundation of his Crown Rank."
"After that, he tried countless thods, including the Way of Proliferation, by splitting his own bloodline to one day reassemble it, thus achieving sublimation..."
"But without exception, all of these attempts failed. The only choice left was to make a deal with the Evil God..."
Bertnar glanced at Ye Hanjun, or perhaps at Ye Tianzi:
"Before today, he had even devoured all his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits."
"He had beco an altar connecting to the Evil God, forcibly sealed within a golden coffin, utterly unable to erge into the world."
"These were the costs of his ascension; he bore the pain of all his Contract partners, clearly intending to trade everything he had for the highest battle power that his clan lacked..."
Ye Hanjun clenched his fists unconsciously, his heart filled with both sorrow and shock.
As a direct relative, this was the first ti he saw Ye Shitian’s true form.
In his youth, he had imagined, as the head of the clan, wielding imnse authority and supre power, how heroic and spirited he was.
But at this mont, where was the heroism? Where was the spiritedness?
What Ye Hanjun could see were only great mountains towering into the clouds, pressing down on Ye Shitian’s shoulders.
Even so, he abandoned worldly perceptions, relinquished human dignity, and moved forward without hesitation.
Ye Hanjun—slowly knelt to the ground.
Behind him, Ye Liuying also knelt down, her knees hitting the ground, her face showing indescribable sorrow.
"Crack! Crack!"
"Crack! Crack!!"
The form of the Blood Witch God, unbearable even for the Holy Spirit to witness, rapidly vanished into Ye Shitian’s mouth.
He began devouring the corpse of the Light Witch God, the gray light swirling around him growing heavier and heavier, while three divine coffins humd and showed cracks creeping up them.
"Boom!!"
A thunderous roar resounded; the three coffins exploded, scattering fragnts of gold, silver, and jade everywhere. Ye Shitian’s grotesquely mutating body sprouted long fur; bizarre animal organs were chopped up by invisible blades and then all fed back into his mouth, becoming nourishnt for his flesh.
"Whoosh~~~"
Under Ye Tianzi’s guidance, Ye Hanjun drew his bowstring, and a translucent blood wall spanned the heavens, blocking in front of everyone.
Separated by this blood wall, the souls of those present seed to leave their bodies, as if facing the Abyss itself.
"Aoo!!!!"
Ye Shitian let out a tiger-like roar, his four arms and legs gradually rging to return to the form of a two-ard, two-legged human.
But his abdon bulged, round and swollen, turning in the blink of an eye into the distended belly of a pregnant man.
The sound of amniotic fluid breaking echoed, and two gray Witch Gods crawled out from his belly, each wrapped in endless gray ribbons, their faces ashen, their hair like vine whips. With every opening and closing of their eyes, the law of death condensed into tangible divine rings, exuding an aura of majestic authority.
"Aoo!!!!!"
Gray mist surged to the heavens, a deep gray column of vile light nearly piercing through the seven great mountains that sealed the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.
Bertnar no longer knelt on one knee, but both, his neatly tailored clothes clinging perfectly to the ground as he made a deep bowing gesture.
"Witnessed by the Nether Moon, following Progenitor Ye Xiuluo, after one hundred twenty thousand years, my Night Family welcos the second Crown Ranker, questing for the supre throne, wearing the invincible crown anew."
"Greeting the new Ancestor of the Night, the supre ’Womb Death God’, beneath your evil light shall shine the Ghost Lamp, and your fury shall burn away the Red Dust!"
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